After graduation, Zach disappeared from Cammie's life. Years later, they meet again, and this time, Cam has a daughter. He is head of Blackthorne, she is head of Gallagher. Cue drama. However, their reunion is to be shortlived. Trailer inside. 1st multi-chap fanfic. z/c, b/g, l/j, m/p ON HIATUS

Here is the second chapter, I hope it is ok. Can I just say that I'm ecstatic with all the reviews I've been getting! I was only expecting one or two, but I've had loads! Anyway, I'll stop talking and let you read, I don't own Gallagher girls, Ally Carter does.

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Chapter 2: Kidnapped

13 years later: CIA headquarters, Directors office

Cam POV

"I AM going to look for her!"

"Yes. Yes, you are. But take a team with you at least. I'll let you choose it if it helps."

I stopped shouting at that. I knew exactly which team I wanted.

"I'd like operatives Duchess, Bookworm and Peacock."

"Of course you do," he muttered

"What?"

"Nothing, ok, I'll get them right away."

He then left to go find by best friends.

When he returned 4 minutes and 38 seconds later, he had three puzzled faces with him.

"Cammie, why are we here? The director said you requested us to go on a mission with you, but you normally do your missions solo." Liz questioned.

I just looked at them with dead eyes. "They've taken Alex."

The next day: Outside COC base

"Duchess, are you in position?"

"Affirmative. Chameleon, are you ready to go?"

"Do you really need to ask?"

"Ok. Peacock, this is Bookworm, begin the distraction."

Over coms, I could hear Macey flirting with the guards.

The mission was simple: Macey would honeypot the guards, and Bex and I would slip into the base and recue Alex. Liz was in the van disabling alarms and monitoring cameras.

"Ok, Chameleon, Duchess, it's clear for you to go."

I snuck round the building towards the east door, Bex was going to go in the west door, and Macey had all the guards at the south door. At the north there was a cliff, so no need to have anyone there.

When I got there, I found a tricky, but not impossible, lock to pick.

As Liz guided me though the movements, I kept my eyes open for anyone who might see me.

With a final twist of the wire, the door clicked and swung open. From the quiet sigh of relief I heard, I guessed Bex had gotten her door open as well.

I quietly made my way through the maze of corridors towards the cells. Luckily, Liz had managed to get a hold of a map of the base and we had memorised it, so we knew where we were going.

I rounded the final corner and saw Bex at the other end of the hallway. She pointed at a door halfway along the wall. This was it. I was about to get my daughter back.

Bex set to work on the door while I watched for any stray guards.

After only 3.5 minutes, she had the door open. I looked inside and gasped at what I saw.

Alex was lying on a grubby mattress in one corner of the room, either asleep or unconscious. She was wearing a ripped white t-shirt and black shorts, no shoes. She had blood stains all over her arms and legs, and her breathing was shallow.

My breathing hitched as I slowly went over to her and lightly touched her arm. Her eyelids fluttered open.

"Mom?"

I almost collapsed with relief; she hadn't been unconscious, just asleep.

"Uh . . . guys?" Liz said into the coms. "We've got some trouble. There must have been a silent alarm or something that we missed because there are at least thirty people dressed in black carrying guns coming your way."

I looked up at Bex and saw that she looked how I felt - panicked, worried and annoyed at herself for not noticing the silent alarm.

Then I started looking around for an escape route as Bex unlocked Alex's chains.

I spotted an air vent up in one corner and told Bex to go first and then to help Alex up next. I would follow after.

Bex managed to get up safely, but as she was about to reach down to help Alex, the door burst open and I heard a voice I never expected to hear again.

"Did you really think you could get away that easily?"

I turned around to face the green-eyed guy who broke my heart thirteen years ago.

Let me explain.

When we graduated, Bex, Macey, Liz, Grant, Jonas and I all joined the CIA. Zach joined some other agency, but we kept in contact.

Then, about one month after graduation, I discovered I was pregnant.

I wasn't sure how to tell Zach, so I kept putting it off.

Then, when I was finally ready to tell him, he stopped picking up his phone. He never wrote back and never answered e-mails.

After about two months of this, I was getting really worried. I didn't know if he was ok or if he was . . . gone.

However, I then received an e-mail from him, it read as follows:

Stop trying to contact me. There's no point. Just leave me alone.

Z

I was heartbroken. I had loved him, and mistakenly thought he loved me too.

Bex convinced me to stop sulking in my apartment and look after my baby. So I did. After Alexandra was born, I put all my hurt and anger into my physical training, and now only Bex has any hope of beating me in a fight.

However, I never heard from Zach again after that. And he never found out he had a daughter.

So, there I was. In the COC base, trying to hide the hurt I felt that Zach had joined the very group that kept trying to kill me.

"Zachary."

Alex's eyes widened slightly at this. I had told her everything about her father and how he had left me. She understood completely, and hated Zach for what he had done to me, but she had never known what he looked like, until now.

Zach didn't appear to notice her reaction, or the fact that Bex was now slowly backing away into the vent. In fact, I don't think he realised she was there at all.

"So, Cameron. Who is this lovely lady behind you, hmm? She looks awfully like you. A sister perhaps? Or a daughter? She looks, what, fifteen, sixteen years old? I obviously wasn't your first, how's it feel to be a slut? Hmmm?"

I was glad he didn't realise Alex was his, and praised the fact that she looked more like me than him, and that she looked older than she actually was. She was, in fact, thirteen, but had hit puberty early. I didn't know what he would do if he found out he was her father, and didn't want to find out.

"What have you done to her!?" I spat. The guards around him all took a step back at the venom in my voice.

Smart move, I thought.

"Nothing much, but she wouldn't give us the answers we wanted." He smirked.

"So what did she give you?"

"Nothing." The smirk had gone.

Now I smirked. "Well then, I raised a daughter to be proud of, didn't I."

"Maybe, but at what price?"

It was only then that I realised he was holding a gun, and it wasn't pointed at me.

He fired.

"No!" I screamed and turned to Alex. She had a shocked expression on her face and was clutching her stomach.

She turned to look at me, and dropped to the floor, unmoving.

I cried out in pain as the gut wrenching terror of the situation sunk in. I rushed to her side and clutched her in my arms as I wept, the tears flowing freely as I sobbed into her hair.

My whole world came tumbling down as cradled my daughters head in my arms. The spy in me could faintly hear Bex yelling into her coms unit for Liz to get back up and an ambulance down here NOW; she could vaguely hear Macey fighting to get to us. But the mother in me couldn't focus on anything other than my daughter, dying in my arms.

And the blood, so much of it. Too much, too much blood. My heart was being ripped to shreds, torn apart as I watched the life slip away from the centre of my universe. All I could smell was blood. It crawled up my nose to my brain, taking over my senses until it was all I could see and smell, all I could hear was sirens and fighting, I could taste my salty tears and couldn't feel a thing. I was numb. Numb with pain and sorrow. The world was rocking back and forth, giving me a headache. My head hurt. I couldn't think. I felt sick.

Then Bex was by my side. Putting pressure on Alex's stomach, telling me it was going to be ok, it wasn't fatal, that she was going to be ok.

I didn't know how she could think that with all the blood. Zach was a perfect shot, how could it not be fatal.

I looked down at my daughter, and she gave me a weak smile.

"I'll be ok, mom. Don't you remember? I promised I wouldn't die until I had done at least half the number of missions as you've done," she croaked.

My eyes filled with more tears and I managed a weak smile. Here she was, possibly dying, and she was making jokes. My eyes travelled to her midsection, where Bex's hands were still pressing on her wound. The wound he gave her.

As this thought passed through my mind, the tears of grief and misery stopped. Instead of being blinded by pain and sorrow, there was a red haze bordering my vision, and no words existed for just how enraged I was.

I slowly stood up, shifting Alex's weight over to Bex, and turned to Zach, who was still standing there with his henchmen blocking the door.

At the sight of the pure hatred and fury in my eyes, half of his men fled, and the other half backed off, quite considerably.

But Zach, being Zach, just stood his ground.

"I wouldn't try anything, Cameron dear. I have guns, and not to mention an army of loyal men who will lay down their lives for me. And you have no weapons and three girls, one of whom is fatally injured."

I just shifted my weight slightly so I was ready to pounce, but not so that he would notice.

Bex noticed.

"You idiot," she said, letting out a humourless laugh. "She doesn't need an army or weapons. You just shot her daughter. And you just implied that boys are better than girls, but I don't think that's the reason she's going to kill you. So now you have a very angry, highly trained mother on your hands. And don't forget, you broke her heart thirteen years ago."

It was at this point that he realised the mortal peril he was in.

I watched an emotion that I didn't recognise pass across his face. Then I realised that it was fear. Zachary Goode, Zachary I-am-not-afraid-of-anything Goode, was scared. Of me.

I would have laughed if I wasn't so livid.

So instead of laughing, I lunged.

He hesitated for half a second, and then tried to duck to one side. However I was expecting this, and grabbed his leg. He stumbled and I pulled him back around to face me.

He looked at me with pleading eyes, but I didn't feel like being merciful. He had shot my baby. My baby girl! He was going to pay.

I swept his legs out from beneath him and he fell to the floor. While on his way down, he reached for my ankle and I fell down on top of him. I used this to my advantage and put my full weight into my elbow, which I slammed into his chest, breaking a couple of ribs.

He gasped for air and let go. I stood up, and was about to finish him off when the only person who could possibly break me out of my rage spoke up.

"Don't," she croaked. "You'll only regret it later, mom. Just let him go."

I stopped where I was and turned to face my daughter.

Zach took this opportunity to scurry away after his men, who had vanished the first time I lunged at him. So much for loyalty.

Alex faintly smiled up at me. I smiled back and went over to help Bex carry her outside.

As soon as we exited the building, Liz ran up to us with a couple of paramedics. She enveloped me in a bear hug once the medics had taken Alex.

"Are you ok?" she whispered in my ear.

"I think so."

We then followed the medics and Alex back to the jet. On the way, I overheard them saying that Alex hadn't been hit in any organs, and she should be fine.

I smiled. My daughter was going to be ok. She was safe.

1 year later: Morgan household

Cam POV

"Alex! That's your limo here for you!"

"Ok, mom! I'll be down in a minute!"

I smiled. She probably just got out of bed. She was just like me when I was that age; good friends, stubborn, and really bad in the mornings. In fact, I still don't like mornings. I was only up early this particular morning because Alex was leaving for Gallagher.

I couldn't believe how fast my little girl had grown up. I had tried to stop her from going back to public school after her kidnapping, but she refused to be homeschooled, so we came to a mutual agreement; she would go to normal school, but my friends and I would start training her to be a spy a year early.

Now, a year later, she was a wonderful spy, and I'm not just saying that as a mother. She was a great pavement artist, she could fight, she could hack a little bit, and she knew all about boys.

I hoped she would come down soon, as I had some important news I needed to tell her.

As I was lifting my toast to my mouth, Alex came in through the door and stole it.

I pouted at her and she laughed.

"I was about to eat that!" I complained.

"So? I needed food." She retorted. I swear, sometimes we act more like sisters than mother and daughter.

I smiled and shook my head as I got up to make some more toast.

"I've got some news for you," I said as I got out some bread.

"Whmph isth ipf?" she said with her mouth full.

I laughed as I continued, "you know how your gran is going to be your headmistress?"

She nodded her head.

"Well, that will only be until after Christmas - she's retiring."

Her eyes widened at this news.

"So who will take her place?" she asked after swallowing.

"Me."

"Really!?" she asked with a big smile.

"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'. "The director asked me last week."

"This'll be great!"She said.

"The only thing is that you can't let anyone know, ok?"

"Fine, but what about George?"

"She might already know." George is Bex and Grant's daughter and Alex's best friend. She is awfully like Bex. Her real name is Georgina, but she won't answer to anything but George.

Bex and Grant got married the year we graduated. George is 10 months younger than Alex, but old enough to be in the same year as her at school. They go to the same public school, and Bex and Grant have a house a few blocks away. It's good because it means that Alex and I can see our best friends regularly.

I had already told Bex it was ok to tell George about me becoming headmistress, so chances were George knew all about it.

"There's more though," I continued. "Three other teachers are also retiring. Can you guess who's replacing them?"

"Aunt Bex, Aunt Liz and Aunt Macey?"

I nodded my head.

"Now, I think the limo driver might be getting slightly sick of sitting in our front drive. So get going!"

"Ok. Love you mom!" she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before running out the door.

I stood at the door waving as my daughter was driven off to the Gallagher Academy. I smiled, knowing I would be following her soon.

5 months later, end of January: The Gallagher Academy

Cam POV

I stood behind the doors to the Grand Hall, waiting for my cue.

Today was the day I was to take over from my mom as headmistress of Gallagher. Its' fair to say I was pretty nervous.

I had my best friends around me, which made it easier to cope, but I was still nervous.

Then it was time.

The doors opened and I started walking into the hall.

Alex POV

It was just another day at Gallagher. Except for the fact that today was the day that mom would become headmistress.

I got out of bed as soon as the alarm went off, which was unusual for me. Usually George had to get a bucket of cold water and threaten me with it.

When she saw I was up she looked slightly disappointed and said, "Well, you're up early, aren't you."

"Of course! Today's the day my mom gets here!"

"Oh yeh, how could I forget?" she said sarcastically. "It isn't like you've been going on about it for the past three months."

"Oh, don't pretend that you're not excited for your mom to get here too!" I retorted.

I laughed at my weird and wonderful best friend and skipped off to have a shower.

When I came out, our other friends and roommates, Sophia and Taylor, were up. Out of our group, Sophia is the smartest. She can hack into just about any computer and really looks up to her hero, Elizabeth Sutton, otherwise known as my aunt.

She isn't really my aunt, but my mom and her three friends are so close that I just call them my aunts, and so does George, Bex Baxter's daughter.

Taylor is our people decoder; she has a knack for understanding body language and guessing what people are thinking.

That leaves George and I. George is the fighter of the group, which explains why she is looking forward to fighting her mom in P&E, and I'm a pavement artist, like my mom. However I'm nowhere near as good as her. I'd love to be, but nobody is as good as the Chameleon.

As soon as we were all ready, we headed down to breakfast.

It wasn't very exciting. Headmistress Morgan talked about how she hoped we had all had a good Christmas, and that she hoped we would all have a good semester. I started paying attention properly when she mentioned retirement.

". . . and so, as I am retiring, someone will be taking my place. As it is a very important role, the director of the CIA himself has chosen her. She is a previous Gallagher student, and therefore, one of your sisters. Most of you will have heard of her, and will probably have been taught about her in your covert operations class."

That got lots of girls gossiping. We didn't learn about many operatives in cove ops, and those we did learn about were very famous.

All the girls were really excited now, as all the agent we learned about were legends. Rumours flew about the room like leaves in a gale.

Everyone quietened down as Ms. Morgan continued.

"Now, as some of you know, there are some other teachers either retiring or moving on, so we also need people to teach P&E, research and development, and disguises.

"So, without further and, please welcome, your new teachers."

Then the doors opened and every head in the room turned and jaws dropped when four legends entered the hall.

There was some clattering as cutlery was dropped as my mom and her friends made their way to the teachers table.

When they reached the table, my mom embraced gran in a quick hug, before stepping to one side.

Then they all introduced themselves, saying their name, codename and which job they would be taking.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Sutton, codename: Bookworm, and I'll be teaching research and development."

Sophia nearly fainted at the thought of being taught in the labs by the Elizabeth Sutton, the 'smartest and most wondrous person to ever walk the earth' (her words, not mine).

Then Aunt Macey stepped up to the podium.

"My name is Macey McHenry, codename: Peacock, and I'll be taking your disguises class. So I hope you're good."

Bex then stood forward with an evil grin on her face.

"I'm Bex Baxter, codename: Duchess, and let's just say that P&E will probably never be the same again."

Everyone looked scared at this. We had all heard about the very few operatives who annoyed her; let's just say that they went MIA to the hospital for a few months.

Everyone had heard of Cammie Morgan. She was the best agent the CIA had ever had, the girl who broke CIA rules to see a boy in her sophomore year, and the closest person ever to bringing down the COC. She was the Chameleon, the pavement artist you couldn't find in an empty room. She was amazing. A legend. My mom.

So there it is. Please review, they make me smile and inspire me to write. I may not get another chapter up for a few days, as I have a very hectic lifestyle. So throw Christmas into the mix, and I barely get time to myself! But I'll try to keep writing and get one up by next weekend.

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